Not any time soon

For hours, one man after another took his place between Lisa's thighs and filled the young cowgirl with their filthy cocks. By the time the queue to use her body started to thin she was oozing a river of cum and her resistance was long forgotten - all sense having been fucked out of her leaving her dazed and compliant. When the madam of the nearby whorehouse arrived, alerted by a local young man eager to earn favour, Lisa was straddling a fat old man, bouncing listlessly up and down on his veiny old cock as he pawed at her bright red tits and ass.

"So it's true..." came the woman's sultry yet commanding voice as she stood in the doorway and watched. "A fresh-faced out of towner stealing my business. I think you and I need to have a little talk, young lady."

The rutting pair paid her little mind, if anything Lisa's bouncing rising in intensity just as the old man grunted, then moaned in pleasure as he emptied his balls deep inside her. Once he was done he pushed Lisa off and quickly dressed, then charged out of the room leaving Lisa to deal with the madam alone. Lisa looked up at the woman through lidded eyes, her hair a matted mess and her skin glistening with bodily fluids. She had no response for the dominant older woman who simply scoffed at the pathetic young slut, then gestured with a nod to someone unseen. Suddenly two burly men stepped past the madam and into the room, bundling Lisa's naked form up in the cum soaked sheets and dragging her through the door. Before Lisa could protest the older woman spoke once more.

"Don't worry dearie... we'll get you cleaned up and sorted out in no time. I'm Sherri..." the woman cast Lisa a predatory smile as they began to descend the stairs, the saloon now empty aside from the barkeep who was busy wiping down tables.

"You cost me a lot of money tonight," Sherri continued, "but that's alright... you're going to start making it back first thing tomorrow. And I think you're going to like it."

One of the men gripping Lisa chuckled at that as they stepped out into the night. Their journey passed in a blur, Lisa so dazed that she would barely remember it or the tender sponge bath Sherri gave her once they had reached their destination. All Lisa would remember was the soft, clean sheets and fluffy pillows, as if curling up in a warm cloud as she drifted off to sleep - her comfort in stark contrast to the reality that awaited her in the morning.